Temporary Sanity

Temp to hire
running the cubicle maze
Extinguishing fires
And dodging the
Junk food minefield

You think I’m here
just for coffee and food runs?
Look
I know all 16 pressure points
To jam the office printer
I can kill the Keurig
With my thoughts.
And with one bad keystroke
I could murder your afternoon
And make it look like an accident

So a little goddamn respect
Would be nice.
At least, that’s what goes through my mind
As I apply yet another fix,
Unlock another account
Image another laptop,
Ask again for the requisite paperwork
To grant permissions
You feel entitled to
But are too busy to put a ticket in for.

All the while surrounded by
Stress and
platitudes
Hang in there?
Kitten, let that shit go!
The clothesline isn’t that important
You’ll land on your feet.
At least that’s what I tell myself,
Repeating it until one day
I Believe it
And drop back
To the ground

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